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Fahrenheit Room
by Peter Schwartz
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lunar is a perfect need
some gentle bridal stride across
a crystalline hacienda
another would-be ambassador
curtsying to the congregational quietus
98.6
alone in the hippodrome
without notaries
the immediacy of cloverleaf
yields to the dazed juror’s corset
turning its citizenship over
like pinwheels
100.9
all nimrod deadwood
and mica and egress and
hysterical wisteria
all tied into the eyes
of rattling marionettes
performing in the dusk
of a far off courtyard
102.5
a fetid satellite taps
into the belated mobius strip
tap tap tap goes the grim morse
of unaccountable provocation
103.8
dreaming for floes unknowingly
in food chains off-white and trapped
in the terrarium’s maximum
mentoring firebrands to scream
into the heart of an entirely different
fever
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Abstract Galaxy by Ione Citrin
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